I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then,
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the seven sleepers' den?
'Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.
And now good morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to others, worlds on worlds have shown:
Let us possess one world; each hath one, and is one.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres,
Without sharp North, without declining West?
Whatever dies was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none do slacken, none can die.
-John Donne
5 comments:
Whoa- THat's amazing, Meg. I had no idea you could write like that.
louise makes a good point. I mean - "John Donne"? I KNOW you can think of a better pen name than that...
Errr, yeah.
LOL
Hay Meg,
Go into your blogger - edit user profile - photo URL and copy this into it
http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4119/1463/320/Hay%20Seed%20Balarina.jpg
Your welcome.
The Crow out.
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